At ten o'clock in the morning, Sirius punctually entered the tenth courtroom with heavy shackles.

It was his second time here, and it hadn't changed much from before: walls made of black stone, and dim and eerie torches.

Sirius made his way to the center of the courtroom, where he sat down in a chair, and two chains rose from the armrests to tie him firmly.

Blake looked up, and on the benches in front of him, there were many dark figures. They were about fifty people, dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest.

Blake said inwardly, "It's about the same as it was ten years ago. ”

The only difference is that the position in the middle of the front row of benches has been changed from the meticulous Barty Crouch to the benevolent fat Connelly Fudge.

"Very well," Fudge said with a smile, Blake had never seen a presiding judge speak so gently to the defendant, "the defendant has finally arrived, so let's get started." Are you ready? He asked aloud to the other end of the bench.

"Yes, Minister." A determined voice replied.

Blake looked over to see a wizard with long brown hair who looked like an old lion.

Blake knew the man, Scrimgeur. Before he was in prison, the man was just an Auror leader.

"The trial of February 29," Fudge said in a loud voice, as Umbridge busily began to take notes, "to hear Sirius Black's appeal against the December 16, 1981 verdict."

"Interrogators: Connelly Fudge, Minister of Magic; Rufus Scrimgeur, Chief of Staff of the Aurors. Trial Log: Dolores Umbridge. and the defence witness designated to the complainant: Anderson Maguire. ”

At this time, Dumbledore, who was sitting on the stage, frowned slightly, he thought that Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, would also participate in the trial, according to the custom, today's trial recorder should be Kingsley Shackle, why didn't these two people come?

What went wrong?

Without waiting for Dumbledore to ask, Fudge, who was sitting below, pulled out a piece of parchment and asked, "The complainant and his family filed a complaint that the complainant was acquitted of the murder charge he was charged with ten years ago. Complainant, do you have anything to say? ”

A few days earlier, Blake had received a message from Calvin in Azkaban telling him how to answer.

Blake took a deep breath and tried to make his voice louder so that everyone in this courtroom could hear me, "I, not killed, Peter Pediru, and twelve other innocent Muggles. The killer was Barty Crouch Jr. ”

Hearing Blake's words, the members of the Wizengamot began to talk to each other.

"Okay, do you have any evidence?" Fudge's mood became more and more relaxed.

Anderson cleared his throat. Wizengamot was quiet and waited for him to speak.

"Yes," Anderson pulled out a stack of parchment from his briefcase beside him and handed it to Inquisitor Fudge.

"This is the Aurors' confession of interrogating Barty Jr. after he captured him, and Barty Jr. confessed that he had forced Peter Pediru to ask for the addresses of the Potters and killed Sirius when he approached him."

Fudge nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Very well, Barty Jr.'s confession, I think this evidence is solid enough. Let's vote by show of hands. think..."

"Wait a minute, Minister Fudge," Dumbledore held up a hand, "May I ask a question?" ”

Without hesitation, Fudge replied, "I'm sorry, Dumbledore......"

Before he could finish speaking, Scrimgeour beside him gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered something in his ear.

Fudge exhaled a long breath and changed his words, "I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, you're not an interrogator, but out of respect for you, you can ask a question. ”

"Thank you," Dumbledore stood up and bowed slightly to Fudge, then looked at the slightly haggard face sitting in the chair in the center of the courtroom.

"Sirius Black, why didn't you tell this about it ten years ago?"

Dumbledore's question was also something that many people wanted to ask, but none of the Wizengamot members wanted to speak for the Death Eaters.

This question was also expected by Calvin.

Blake quickly replied, "The trial was not regular, and there were no fifty Wizengamot members to decide my guilt when Barty tried me. ”

He sneered and continued, "Moreover, how can Barty be judged impartially for his son's crimes? ”

This statement was also quickly accepted by the members of the Wizengamot. After all, Barty Sr. was able to take his Death Eater son out of Azkaban and hide him at home for nine years, so it was not impossible that his son's crimes would be placed on other suspects at the original trial.

"Did you even think of that? Calvin. ”

Dumbledore turned his head to the side and looked at Calvin, who had been smiling as he sat in the auditorium.

Actually, Dumbledore is still unsure if Blake is Peter's murderer, but... Is it really appropriate for Calvin to do this?

Due to the many changes in the first half of his life, Dumbledore had been cautious in using his powers, rarely interfering outside of school.

But Calvin is different, he has never been afraid to use his powers to accomplish his goals.

This reminded Dumbledore of a friend of his youth, who would do anything to achieve his goals.

The only thing that made Dumbledore happy was that Calvin would try to take care of the superficial rules of the game, and if he could, he would not violate them.

From building a fantastic animal sanctuary to turning a eucalyptus for Blake, Calvin did as much as he could.

Rather than outright violence, Calvin prefers to use unspoken rules and a few little tricks. This left Dumbledore without worrying about the big trouble he was going to cause.

"Ah, I think Barty's charge could be added to it." Fudge was pleased with today's trial, "So Mr. Dumbledore, do you have any other questions?" ”

Hearing the words of Fudge and the other members of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore withdrew his gaze from Calvin and sat down, "No problem. ”

"Then let's vote by show of hands now," Fudge said, "and raise your hand if you think Sirius Blake is guilty." ”

No one raised their hand.

"Very well, then fifty votes consider Sirius not guilty..."

"Wait, Minister Fudge," Dumbledore said suddenly, "this doesn't follow the process. ”

Fudge smiled helplessly, "Okay, it's true that the process must be strictly followed." Then those who think Sirius Blake is innocent, please raise your hand. ”

Forty-nine arms were raised in the air, with only Dumbledore's hands crossed in front of him.

There was a whisper from the side.

Fudge asked, puzzled, "Mr. Dumbledore, what do you mean by that?" ”

Finally, Dumbledore slowly raised his right hand under the gaze of everyone: "Sirius Blake, not guilty." ”